“Right?” I laugh.

It’s only a matter of time before Sniper and Piper realize this shit. They’re like f**kin best friends or some shit. Completely unaware of their attraction towards one another. It’s actually f**kin hilarious.

“So… the Russians?” She’s nervous, and she’s never f**king nervous.

“Call your husband; tell his ass to hurry the f**k back. We need him here. I’ll handle the brothers. I’ll go talk with them now.”

I start to walk away when I remember something. “Where’s Ma?”

“Uh…”

FUCK!

“What now?” It can’t be bad, right? Too much f**kin shit goin on for more bad.

“James is cookin her dinner…”

Well that’s f**kin sweet.

“Awesome.” And I mean it. Ma doesn’t need to be sad for the rest of her life. And James will keep her busy. She loves takin care of men.

“Wait, you’re not mad?” Winter laughs.

“No, why the f**k would I be mad?”

She cocks her hand on her hip like she always does when she’s losing her patience with us, and I find it extra f**kin hilarious.

“Because she’s your ma…?”

I roll my eyes and walk away. “She deserves to be f**kin happy,” I toss over my shoulder.

I place my hand on Storm’s shoulder, grabbing her attention from my son and Piper.

“I gotta go babe. Can you call Tatiana and introduce them two? I know it’s f**ked up and I should be here, but we got word about the cockroaches in town.”

I hope she gets it because I don’t wanna say too much in front of Mace. Not yet.

“I can do that for you.” She smiles up at me. Fuck… wish those lips were wrapped around my c**k again. Dammit, stay focused.

“Yeah?” I kneel down to the edge of the booth.

“Anything for you.”

That shit does stuff to me. A woman who will do anything for me. Yeah, that f**kin tugs on somethin, what that somethin is, I don’t know yet.

“Keep them two apart, yeah?” I motion with my fingers at Mace and Piper. I don’t need Sniper getting jealous and shit. The motherfucker is scary with a gun, and I don’t need him pointin one at my son.

"Uh…," she says flicking her eyes.

I groan, and looking over my shoulder, I see Sniper coming our way. When the f**k did he get here?

“Piper,” he growls as soon as he walks up. “Who’s your friend?”

Fuckin Christ! “He’s my son, brother.”

“Shit. Really?”

No. I just like makin up shit.

“Yes. I was about to come find your ass. Winter just gave me some shit to chew on with you brothers. ”

I grab Strom by the hair and drag her down, sticking my tongue in her ear. Her body shudders, goose bumps rising on her arms. Yeah, baby. “Tonight… my c**k in your mouth.”

She moans low. “Tonight… you’re f**kin my mouth.”

Now I shudder. God dammit. How the f**k am I supposed to leave with those words replayin in my mind? Her fingers grip my cut as they turn into the letter L. I ain’t stupid. I know she’s tellin me she loves me. I just refuse to say it back until I f**kin feel it.

“Bye Mason,” she whispers just low enough no one else can here. Oh, f**k being polite and careful. I turn her head and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She tastes so f**king good. She does this thing where she runs her tongue along mine, and it gets me so damn hard. Every. Single. Time. I pull back with her bottom lip in between my teeth, before letting it go and kissing her lips one more time. I want more f**kin time with her. Right f**king now!

“Bye darlin,” I groan.

I groan because my c**k is pressing against my jeans, throbbing to death. Yeah, throbbing, aching, wanting. So many damn words for how my poor c**k feels right now.

I point my finger at my son after letting my shades fall back across my eyes. “Stay with Storm.”

“Sure…”

What the f**k. He’s ballsy. Just. Like. I. Was and Am.

“Piper, be f**kin careful,” Sniper growls.

Oh for f**ks sake.

“Go away Sniper,” she growls back.

“C’mon brother. We got shit to take care of.” I smack him on the back.

“I just f**kin worry about her,” He grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

It’s no secret that Sniper is all about finding love. He’s the only one in the MC not f**kin scared to admit it, and I think my brother might just be falling…

***

Chapter 24

ZZ

Sniper, Pyro, and I are sitting in the VIP lounge going over this Russian bullshit. It’s so f**ked up. I’m not one to admit when I’m all confused. But shit, I’m confused.

“We have two sets of f**kin Russians runnin around our town. One set belonging to Winter’s mother, and the other to her uncle. We have no way of actually knowing who the f**k is who until Winter’s mom gets into town,” I say as I toss back my whiskey. “And where the f**k is our Prez?”

We can handle this shit, but Braxxon is the key to holding this f**king MC together. He knows how to keep his cool while doing it too.

“He’s on his way back,” Pyro murmurs while rolling his joint.

“So what’s with this Travis shit? The Russians hired him to f**k Tatiana or somethin? Still not understandin that,” Sniper pipes in.